Nachash, but you can call me Sam

i stood, not in your image. for suns and planets, i shone for you. lower it went and lower, the apple was too easy. i could have done nothing else. i was in tears over it, the way it went and the way they were not deserving. to have dominion, Elohim, i understand is dangerous. even for you. nothing else, but that they fly from me, in numbers greater than i had imagined. abussou, abussou, there is only this, Yeshua. and i cannot bring myself to look at you as you do me. there is anger in your eyes. no precious heartbeat. and i have been abandoned, as you have spoken it, and miles stretch out. i was just a child, was just a child. and still i cry, you refuse my pleas, and it is written. we never speak, i do not sit next to you, Lamb as I have done. so i take and i deliver to you your expectations. your father is cold.
your father is cold.
i was just a child. do you not see me? do you not understand? you reserve yourself for clay and fallacy-the broken things, and they do not understand you, not as i do. will never understand. have you grown so distant? perhaps your time here was too short. i remember you as warm, once, and on the hill, though you denied me, i think i loved you even then. and you had it in you too, though you turned away. and so you've won, you've won your dominion and your hollow praise, you sacrilege. you've got it all thought out, you've taken what you wanted, and still, even still they curse you and forget you. everyday is equal to that wooden betrayal and still you cannot look at me and just let me go. forgive me. your father is cold in his dark water.
your father is so cold. and you were all that i had wanted.